Its not my fault

Hey this is Jennie’s friend AJ.  Jennie has decided she doesn’t want to write a blog this morning but told me to do it for her.  So in honor of these directions I shall be writing this blog about shirking responsibility.  Seeing as my profession is full time temp I know quite a bit about other people having you do their work for them. (For more on the subject of temping please see Ryan’s character on earlier seasons of the Office available on NBC DVD.  Or just wait for the soon to be occurring reruns, woot writer’s strike!). Shirking occurs all the time, for instance just a moment ago the word responsibility in this blog was spelled resposibility. I don’t need to know how to spell cause the computer is smarter than me and has special mind reading powers so that it knows what I mean. Not having to deal with stuff is a desire ingrained in us at an early age when we make powerful poopy pants presents (bet you weren’t ready for that alliteration fun fest) and then our parents have to clean up our masterpieces.  But then that care free life style is ripped away from us as we are forced into toilet training.  They should make a new children’s book called “Everybody poops and if you were exceedingly crafty you could still get your parents to clean it up”.  Once we’re fully toilet functional life becomes a challenge to try and recapture those earlier carefree times.  Maybe we start blaming the dog for our smell trumpets, or blaming a young brother for a self administered hair cut, what ever the case we’re hoping to get others to suffer cause of things we’re responsible for.  Our irresponsible actions in college are perhaps the epitome of this desire.  We ride trash can down stairs, make poorly conceived mixers of beer and milk and just generally do things without taking the proper precautions all because this is our last chance to harm ourselves and still have our parents pay for it.  No one every really grows up they just have to start paying their own insurance premiums.


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